The Heads of Dead Surfers

Lyrics for The Heads of Dead Surfers

A mid-life Adonis A god-like forty year-old Clear skin, clear head Clear smile, dead style Designer beach clothes A little bit of a paunch This beach-boy Achilles A former leading light of radio Drowned in suntan lotion Makes a bold declaration "We drove the Moors back into the sea and now we ride their waves" And he muttered something about the positive vibes of the sea — "I feel at one with the waves..." He said, "Let's get a Big Mac, tune into happening sounds,- Check out the chicks on the beach and chill out Chill out Chill out" "We all crawled out of the sea"--and then he winked--"didn't we?" "We drove the Moors back into the sea and now we ride their waves" Bountiful in the cities I am the fire in your lungs I am the fire in your dead lungs I am the fire in the airwaves A & R man's dream!